In my queer spacetime, in my hopes and dreams, the performance object is performing. The spotlight is rendered an actor, brought out from the unseen darkness of the rafters to center-stage.

A "playback" is a function on a lighting console. However, this spotlight is rigged without command, utilizing the internal randomized program. Having been unable to choose 1 color (its color-wheel-motor a little too active), the light has been wrapped and costumed. Kinda like Britney Spears in 2000. This light was rescued from a gay bar.

Maybe the thing that gives it power, gives it pain.